Do you have a happy place? A place you go where you it just makes you smile and everything seems so good?
Right now, my happy place is my garden.
Outside my office window, this tree (shrub?) is blooming. While it is wrecking havoc with my allergies, there is a happy buzz of bees gathering pollen. These amazing little creatures have practically swarmed this tree and the air vibrates with the beat of their wings. They did this when the orange tree was blooming too and I love it.
I haven’t been up to full speed lately -which means I’m still doing a lot by most people’s standards, but not by mine. It turns out that that “off” feeling I’d been experiencing for a while is more than just being out of shape like I was hoping. There’s actually something more substantial going on with my body and I’m going through the process of seeing different doctors to get it sorted out. I still don’t know exactly what it is, but I have my suspicions. Don’t worry, I don’t think it’s going to kill me. 🙂 But it has affected every part of my life, even down to the simple act of writing. It’s been a frustrating experience.
That’s why I planted marigolds in my planter box this year. Every time I go out to pull a few weeds, gather herbs or water plants, these bright orange and yellow little flowers make me smile. They are also attracting lady bugs which makes me smile too.
Something else that makes me smile, is when my garden is actually producing. This is my last carrot harvest until the fall because the weather is warming up quite a bit and carrots don’t like the heat. Since switching to a square foot gardening system (mostly), I continue to be amazed at how much food you can grow in just a little amount of space. The wonder of it is another thing that makes me happy.
Another reason my garden is my happy place, is because I can see the result of my labors. I don’t have a lot of energy to dig and pull weeds, or to spend hours out there. However, my efforts to learn more about gardening and consistently spending just a few minutes a day pulling up the invaders, pruning and planting, have really paid off in the long run.
I hope that by applying the same principles to my writing, that some day I will see the same results. I’d like writing to be my “happy place” again, and hopefully soon. Until then, my garden is the next best thing.
What about you? What’s your happy place?